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What can I say about me. I'm a mother of two beautiful girls (3 years and one of 12 weeks). Beside them I have another addiction. I love to read and loose myself in a world of romance, gorgeous alpha males and absolute love.

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To authors and other reviewing websites, if you would like me to review your book, I'd be happy to. I prefer the genres paranormal, urban fantasy, erotica romance and young adult, but if you novel is from another genre, please feel free to contact me.

vrijdag 31 oktober 2014

In
the aftermath of the latest battle, the stakes are higher than ever before,
time hardly an ally to Nicholai’s army of paranormal soldiers. The Tomes remain
hidden, and the clock is ticking for the Essenced tainted with the demon’s
incurable toxin. And beyond those worries, reason exists to suspect that magic
might be vanishing, a twist that could insurmountably cripple the army’s
capabilities prior to the war’s conclusion.

Never has the conflict felt quite as desperate, danger escalating and hope
lessening with the slow drain of each issue’s hourglass.
Will the answers to these dilemmas surface in time, or will the efforts of the
band of warriors fail to prevent the ruin of the world?Buy Enscrolled here

McKenna watched him leave before
refocusing on Johnny, confused at the expression her boyfriend wore. “What are
you smirking at?”

He shrugged. “I’m just not sure how this
could be such a bad memory. My girl glued to my side.” Wiggling his eyebrows,
he continued. “Playing nurse…”

“Well, you are poisoned,” she deadpanned.
“That puts a damper on these types of situations for most people.”

“Oh, you’re serious again.” His smirk
broadened. “Are you gonna yell at me like you did when my leg was broken? That
was attractive…”

Though she fought against it, her smile
emerged, spreading over her lips as she shook her head. “You’re impossible. You
know that?”

“Nah. I just learned along the way how to
make my girl smile.”

Her grin lingered until her attention
descended to his leg, the spot of the poison’s initial contact. Then she
frowned, her eyes filling with tears and her hands beginning to tremble. Just
ten days, she thought.

“Hey.” Johnny cupped her face, gentling
bringing her gaze to lock with his. “We’re not gonna think about that because
that’s gonna get taken care of.” Tobias again entered the medical room, moving
directly to the corner reserved for the cure’s research to recommence his work.
“See?” Johnny nodded his head toward the angel. “Look how dedicated he is to
finding this. Think of all the soldiers around us who are perfectly capable of
getting whatever weird ingredients he comes up with. If you do, ten days will
seem like a lifetime, because it’s plenty of time.”

And then she was the one smirking. “That’s
quite optimistic.”

He laughed, shrugging. “I told you that
you’re rubbing off on me.”

“And you’re trusting others. Like you
finally flipped a switch.”

“It isn’t like flipping a switch.” He
smiled, revisiting the lecture she’d given him while stranded on a cliff. “It’s
like deciding not to be in the darkness anymore. You take steps, and the light
comes a little at a time until the darkness is gone.”

She quirked an eyebrow, chuckling. “That
seems vaguely familiar.”

“Someone really smart once told me that.”
Pulling her closer, he tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “She was
really hot, too.”

In Your Wings [Prequel]

The Division Chronicles

When
Reeko - eldest prince of his realm - saw the battle in the distance, he ordered
his fellow dragons to hurry toward the scene, determined to offer assistance to
the fairy kingdom under attack. He had no way of knowing that, in doing so, he
would seal his fate as the ruler of a new kingdom in the lands separating the
two species with a fairy as his queen. A crown was one thing, but a fairy
bride? The thought disgusted him, until she entered the banquet hall. With her
beauty and the mischief sparkling in her eyes… Maybe this union wouldn’t be so
bad after all.

Although the fairy princess knew Reeko would choose his bride that night, Kiara
gave it little thought when she entered the room of the feast. Young,
headstrong, and impish even by fairy standards, only a crazy man would select
her from among her sisters. So when the prince made his decision – her – she’d
been nothing short of stunned. She was to be a queen? A dragon’s bride? What
worse hand could life have possibly dealt her?

Years
ago, demons were forced out of the earth’s realm by a band of supernatural
fighters, banished from the place and its people in the aftermath of a horrific
war. It should’ve ended there – would’ve – if not for the final demon’s claw
snagging on the open portal. What felt like victory became only a reprieve, the
winning warriors understanding that the tear would spread, and the demons
eventually would escape exile. It was only a matter of time, and a need for
future defense – a question of genetics and essences, magic and power.
Now, centuries later, a new army must bind together – one of teenagers with
inhuman potentials and abilities…Buy Essenced here or here

Emblazed [Book two]

The Division Chronicles

AJ went to bed Sunday night an average
teenage girl, clumsy and athletically lacking. So when she wakes up Monday
morning with super-strength, she does what any rational person would do: She
goes into denial. When a smoking hot guy in a suit shows up, rambling about the
end of the war and demons spilling through some kind of rift, she refuses to
listen, telling herself he’s insane. Except weird things just won’t quit
happening, and the guy keeps popping up in her life, trying to explain the
changes suddenly happening within her. Is she crazy, or is this guy… not so
crazy after all?

After all the preparations, Nicholai’s
warriors stand on the threshold of warfare, the demons entering the realm in battalions
and the world unknowingly depending on the army’s success to continue intact.
But the battle is only the beginning of deadly struggles, and the soldiers will
soon realize how little they know, how many things are at stake, and how much
they have to lose.

Love, hate, hope, despair, anguish, joy… The journey is a gauntlet of emotion
and combat, threatening their resolve as much as their lives.
Will their training and ties be enough, or will the complications and the
forthcoming evil forever cripple the world’s last hope of survival?Buy Emblazed here

Connie
L. Smith spends far too much time with her mind wandering in fictional places.
She reads too much, likes to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t
have fairy wings. And that she can’t swing dance. Her music of choice is
severely outdated, and as an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers.
She has her BA from Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and
History (she doesn’t totally get the connection either), and is currently
working on her MA.

woensdag 29 oktober 2014

With the loss of her sister still weighing down both her conscience and her heart, Kailin Odel must take on the next part of her mission - find her mother and Anjelo and bring them back from Wrythiin.

Kailin uses her mother's portal key and enters the Wraith world intent on saving the ones she loves, but from the moment she arrives her mission is fraught with peril. Arriving in Wrythiin, Kai steps right into the middle of a Wraith rebellion. And only to find that though Anjelo is safe, her mother is held captive by a subversive faction of Wraiths once led by the Wraithlord that Kai had killed.

From Wraiths to Shapeshifters, rebel causes to fraying family ties, to inexplicable new powers, Kai must fight her darkest demons while entering the blackest pits of Wrythiin to save her mother.

I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes... I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It's a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves - it works wonderfully...

My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands - I shall forever remain cross-eyed.

What happens when the daughter of the village priest falls
in love with an archangel banished from heaven? Milja’s heart is struck when
she catches a glimpse of the preternaturally beautiful prisoner her father
keeps captive beneath his church’s altar.

Torn between tradition, loyalty and her growing obsession
with the fallen angel, will Milja risk losing her family, and her eternal soul,
for the love of this divine being?

Janine Ashbless will transport you to a world where good and
evil battle for true love.

If the house had felt strange, the soot-blackened interior
of the tiny church, with its icons so darkened by age that only their gilt
halos could be madeout clearly, was like something from another era; something
medieval and now distinctly unwelcoming. St. Michael, patron saint of our
family, stood over the recumbent Devil still, and watched me with mournful
disapproval as I retrieved from under the floor tile the key to the narrow
padlocked door behind the altar. My hands were unsteady as I probed the lock,
but I remembered the old trick of jiggling the key against the teeth to
persuade it to turn. I stepped into the passage beyond for the first time in
years.

An arm’s length behind
the wooden door was something new: a metal door I’d never seen before. Nonplussed,
I looked it over. It had deep lintels and jambs, also steel, and no lock but
two heavy bracing bars. It was, I worked out, a homemade blast door, welded
from many sections. Father must have fitted it himself, when he decided to
prepare the world’s last line of defense against the prisoner below.

It took the weight of my
shoulder to move the steel door on its hinges.

Down I went, into the
dark, the first person in weeks to tread this path. I carried only a two-liter
bottle of water and a flashlight. The church’s lingering scent of frankincense
gave way to a cellar smell of damp stone. From the niches to either side, the
nameless statues of forgotten gods watched me pass.

The passage opened out
into the cavern. Daylight filtered in from the broken roof far above. Great
slabs of limestone lay spilled across the path of my flashlight.

There. There he
was. Just as I remembered. My nightmares were all real. I felt my heart pound
against my ribs like it would smash them.

Dear
God.

I was seeing him with adult eyes too. He didn’t look
like a titan, or a demon, or a god. He looked like a man: perhaps in his early
thirties, swarthy, with an athletic build and really dark lashes and hair going
prematurely gray. Tall, but not inhumanly so. Dirty; naked; abused. His exposed
armpits and crotch were exclamation marks of vulnerability. I picked my way
over to the slab and knelt over him. His face was just the same as it had been
five and more years ago: stubbled, haggard with pain but handsome despite that.
Breathtakingly so, like the agonized beauty of certain icons.

I touched his face. He
opened his eyes. “Milja.”

I began to cry.

His voice was hoarse.
“You…came…back.”

I was shocked: he’d
never addressed me before. The words “I’m sorry!” spilled from my lips along
with my sobs; “Oh God, oh God—I’m sorry! Papa sent me away! I didn’t want to
go, I didn’t—”

My tears were dripping
on his face. I wiped clumsily at them, smearing the dirt. “What’s your name?” I
begged.

He didn’t answer.

“Who are you?”

He tried to moisten his
lips. “I…don’t remember.”

Bending forward, I
pressed my wet cheek to his. Did I believe him? I don’t know. He could be Loki
or Prometheus or Azazel; I know I didn’t care anymore. When I sat up I reached
to the nape of my neck and undid my necklace. The sheath of bright blue plastic
peeled off to reveal a supple length of steel-toothed metal: a wire saw.

This was it. The moment
of choice.

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy
romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals,
contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and
folklore. She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous
power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000,
and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s
also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press,
Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and
Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica
anthology Geek Love.

Her work has been described as: "hardcore and literate"
(Madeline Moore) and "vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting
with sacrifice, death and love." (Portia Da Costa)